On May 19, 9:47 am, Will Dockery
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>>> On May 17, 10:02 pm, galathaea
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>>> decrepid, decaying
>>> laying in the nuclear afterglow of four thousand years of oppresion
>>> laughing to themselves
>>> joined in communion with the freakminded corpses
>>> swimming in the industrial waste of a world gone slightly sane
>>> while the buddhamachinery short-circuits
>>> in ways we did not intend
>>> sat on the edge of conformity and cut myself
>>> bled on the papaver soul of the immortal burroughs
>>> and smothered the screams of the innocent
>>> licked the vaginal offerings of the cocksucker godladies
>>> hating the broken and limp motherfuckers
>>> with their speed and their catnip-padded joints
>>> and their blank sheets of paper sold as acid
>>> puked a resin of syrian rue down my chest
>>> and rolled in the trails of saliva
>>> which my love angry-hearted tried to clean
>>> twisted the huxleyblake mind of infinity
>>> arguing paradigms with kuhn
>>> as illuminati stalkers chanted crowley in the restrooms
>>> killed the ethical ego squirting junk
>>> up the nose of the hourglass vistas
>>> where prostitutes kneeled shivering
>>> with 45s to their heads
>>> and their hands to their crotches
>>> and pondered the sweet paranoid
>>> as his stomach trembled in time
>>> to the childhood memories of oceanlost traumas
>>> which came prematurely in latex
>>> tried not to listen when the vagrant and lost
>>> whimpered entreats for the trumpeter
>>> to play the music i have hidden
>>> in the heating ducts of my stale apartment
>>> shaken hands with the golden apple factories
>>> of mutant biochemistries
>>> splicing the cheap adrenochrome memories of my ancestors
>>> to the higher transfinite ordinals of love
>>> mocking rimbaud and gide
>>> choken on combustion faulty reaction chambers
>>> where there is no reaction
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>>> no matter how hard she shakes him
>>> losing myself once again
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>>> i have listened to the wind blowing over the desert floor
>>> day after day
>>> to see if an answer would come
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>>> and nothing came
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>>> there once was a dark rain
>>> forests of deep glowing amber
>>> rivers awash in the bloodsemen fantasies of lepers
>>> contemplating the end of the world
>>> einstein was a rock star
>>> running through the thousand year redwoods
>>> to the synthesised euphoria of charge black holes
>>> there are pages of the necronomicon which have not been found
>>> chaldean songs remembered by children
>>> playing with the insect people of dawn
>>> but never voiced
>>> do we scream with the schizos in their bellevue haze
>>> howling for the dead god to rise and stop
>>> for just one moment
>>> this slaughtering reality?
>>> or do we whimper with the white trash
>>> single mother trailer park hussies
>>> lose ourselves in routine?
>>> forget the dreams?
>>> and cry?
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>>> the curanderos await
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>>> cougar-eyes in the trees
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>>> my ancestors iboga
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>>> hide from me
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>>> galathaea: prankster, fablist, magician, liar
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> Wow, some of the best poetry around these newgroups in quite a
> while... makes me think of the great American poets Anne Waldmann and
> Patti Smith.
> Ginsberg would no doubt dig this greatly.
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> paintings of Will Dockery, the Poet Laureate of Shadowville. The group
> represents a vision for a multi-faceted arts ensemble..."
> -Dennis Beck
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It's garbage, non-rhyming drivel.
